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Roaring bonfires, Indians with little hides or cloth, tall altars, and a ring of low tents around them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe ubiquitous firelight reflected the same ubiquitous shadows, stretching and twisting with the rising and shrinking flames.

The frost-white moonlight pouring down from the glades, the smell of the scorching offerings, and the distant howls of wolves and partridges from the depths of the jungle. People kneel on the mossy black earth, the heat of the campfire is blowing in their faces, but what they feel on their backs is the cool breeze of the plateau night.

The landowners, who were no different from hundreds of years ago, worship around the altar, then sing and dance and shout and pray, mingling with the insects in the forest to form a symphony one after another.

The people present were all natives, and they were all fanatical natives, so they didn't notice anything unusual around them.

But among the natives, something strange had mixed in early, and he sensed that something was wrong.

In the druid's perception, the jungle around the tribe was full of life in the other three directions, and even at night, the life frequency of various animals was rushing to be the first. Except for the position due north, there was almost no movement, as if all the various nocturnal creatures had disappeared out of thin air.

Something isn't quite right?

The druid, sitting on the altar, had his brain spinning rapidly, and his mental fluctuations were rushing over there.

It's a pity that he didn't find anything, and it didn't seem that it was the big beast he imagined, so he scared away the small animal.

Then he quietly communicated with Ah Jiu, trying to distinguish some clues from the smell, but suddenly found that it was the downwind outlet. It's not a big beast, and it happens to be in ambush downwind, is it the backup of those Palousens?

While the druid was pondering, a flash of flame flashed on the retina of his left eye, and then a fist-sized flame shot straight out.

Although the flame was not very conspicuous in the light of the campfire, it made the cold hairs on his neck stand on end—the flickering flame from before, and the subsequent flames, reminded him of a very familiar thing, a rocket.

This kind of thing, he experienced it firsthand when he was dealing with drug lords in the jungles of northern Myanmar.

The same flames, the same flight trajectory, but the last time he encountered it, he was already far away from the killing range of the rocket, just waiting to see a good show, but this time, he was exposed to the attack fire without concealment.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the body of the rocket clearly, but the fleeting tail flame behind it, and the scream of the rocket tearing through the air, were like sharp knives, stabbing at the reflex nerves of the white sun.

Before his brain could react, two more rockets roared to the left and right of the first rocket.

Before he had time to think about why such a thing could be encountered in the Indian tribe, Bai Huang's body had already reacted one step ahead of his brain - his legs instantly burst out with a spring-like force, driving him to the back of the altar. At the same time, he didn't forget to give Ah Jiu an order to let the big wolf protect the Indian chick.

When the druids reacted, most of the audience were still in a state of surprise and confusion, not understanding what the nerves of the "Nayenezgani god" were doing, and they jumped under the altar like a frog.

These people didn't know that Bai Huang had fled, and they didn't know that a catastrophe was coming.

Only a very small number of battle-hardened Indian warriors, reminded by their own intuition, discovered the danger that came from the darkness. And their bodily functions have also been magnified to the extreme in an instant under the pressure of this crisis, and they have made self-protection measures that are better than nothing.

Some of the people closest to the altar threw their bodies behind the altar one after another, while the crowd on the periphery had no cover, so they could only "plop" on the spot and smash on the ground, sticking to the ground motionless.

Just as Bai Huang landed behind the altar, the first flying rocket, like the Nine Heavens Divine Punishment, had already smashed into the pile of people closest to the altar.

There was a loud "boom", and the moment the rocket exploded, the druid only felt the whole earth tremble violently like a spasm, and after the debris and earth scattered in all directions, the rising fire and smoke began to billow. The druid, who was hiding behind the altar, still landed on his feet, and felt the soles of his feet tingle for a while, and his brain was dizzy and buzzing.

Before he could breathe, two violent explosions followed, making Bai Huang feel that he was not stepping on the ground at all, but standing in a dilapidated tractor compartment, and below the tractor was a country road full of potholes.

After the three rockets plowed the open space, with the comprehensive combat power of 180 points in the daylight, he also felt that his feet were numb and could not lift any strength, and the whole person was even more feverish, and he almost opened his mouth and vomited.

It was only then that the debris and dirt scattered in all directions, hitting the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees, making a loud noise.

The smoke had cleared, the firelight had dimmed, and the glade, which had been filled with solemn joy a moment ago, had been taken over by intermittent moaning and wailing and panicked cries. Many Indians, who were lucky enough not to be injured, completely lost their ability to think normally under this terrible and cruel blow, and stumbled around like headless flies.

Bai Huang struggled to poke his head out from behind the altar, and found that on the ground less than five meters away from him, a crater with black smoke was in the shape of a crater, and the crater was surrounded by corpses.

It was a corpse, not a living person, and the druids were incredibly sure of that.

For many of the motionless Indians had become mutilated, and even those who were intact were stained red with blood.

With a grim face, he took a deep breath, and Bai Huang turned his gaze to the woods where the rockets flew again.

But before he could think about what was going on and what to do next, a number of figures suddenly rushed out of the woods opposite, alternately covering and rushing towards the tribal camp.

The men marched forward with their cats hunched on, and pointed their assault rifles at the camp for roll call.

Click, click, click, three bursts of bursts of fire that kept ringing tore apart the otherwise silent night sky, and the bonfire, which was still burning, provided the best attack vision for those thugs. Almost none of the screaming steel jets missed, and all of them burrowed into the target's flesh* like eyes, taking away one fresh life after another.

A young man from the Mosa clan wanted to run back to his tent to get his weapon, but he had just dragged a wounded leg and didn't take two steps before he suddenly fell to the ground, and then a large area of blood foamed from his mouth and nose.

Not far from him, a girl who was only eight or nine years old was crying dazedly, but her body trembled suddenly, and a small bloody eye appeared out of thin air on her forehead, and then a bright red mark ran down her young cheeks, mixed with tears and no longer separated from each other.

On both sides of the camp, where there seemed to be no thugs, the first woman Bai Huang saw cooking rice when he first came here was carrying her child into the jungle. Her choice seemed to have found a way for the mother and son to survive, but as soon as they stepped into the forest, blood flowers bloomed on their chests, and they fell to the ground with their heads slammed.

This is no longer a war, but an outright killing.

Look at the screaming, crying, pleading, and scolding around you...... Bai Huang only felt that the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he was completely angered by those unscrupulous thugs.

Indeed, these Indians did not have much affection for him, and to put it bluntly, they just met in Pingshui. Even if the other party used him as a god and worshiped and praised him before, it didn't make him have a deep sense of identity, but he just felt that his encounter was bizarre and fun.

If you have to say that you have any feelings, that is, for that chick, he treats him as his own woman.

But now when he saw the almost hellish slaughter scene in front of him, no matter how heartless he usually was, Bai Huang couldn't continue to sit idly by.

He also has human lives on his hands, and there are quite a few, but except for those who take the initiative to plan against him, the rest of those who are killed by him are either drug lords or poachers, and there is hardly a good person. As for people not offending me, I prefer to offend people, and Bai Riguang has really never had such thoughts.

However, what he is seeing now is a massacre that took place in the 21st century, and it is also a modern civilized society that claims to be a democracy.

This kind of appalling brutality made the stomach really full of bad water, but it was impossible to punish the druid, how did he accept it?

So after spitting fiercely, Bai Huang once again gave Ah Jiu an instruction to protect the Indian chick well, but he quietly changed into a vampire vine form, and then his mind moved slightly, and the big quail appeared in the woods fifty meters away.

"Oh, Shet, these monkeys aren't fun to kill at all!" Seeing that the Indians in the entire camp were almost all lying in a pool of blood, in the dark jungle, there was suddenly a complaint of dissatisfaction: "I've only managed five, who of you are robbing people's heads?" ”

In another bush of grass not far from the voice, someone gloated and mocked: "Boss, Holman is no longer able to adapt to a tense battle, and I propose that after this mission is completed, kick him to the logistics team." ”

"Fack, you're the logistics ......"

"Hahaha......" seemed to feel that the overall situation had been decided, and many people burst into long laughs, laughing wildly at what Holman was.

Bai Huang didn't fully understand those bird words, but from the other party's extremely arrogant and smug tone that didn't take human life seriously at all, he clearly felt the unscrupulousness of these people.

And the other party immediately followed by his behavior to show his thoughts.

After a crisp gunshot, an old Indian man hiding behind the tent and drawing a bow and arrows fell down with resentment in his eyes. And this shot also attracted a series of strange screams and whistles from the rioters, who seemed to be very proud of their own people's accurate marksmanship and keen intuition.

Happy, huh?

Then I'll make you a little happier.

Bai Huang cursed fiercely, and then gave a battle order to the big quail that had been waiting for a long time, and then watched a ball of light as bright as a star, rising in the woods on the side of the camp, and then like a ball of lightning, circling back and forth in the air more than a hundred meters away from the camp.

"Oh, what's that? Which of you shot a flare? ”

Before these mercenaries could recover from this sudden situation, the "ball lightning" suddenly rushed straight towards the place with the most mercenaries after a flutter in the air. Because the attack speed of the Starfire technique is not too fast, there are mercenaries who react quickly, and they can also raise the muzzle of the gun to shoot at the "lightning".

But how can this pure energy body transformed by a druid's ability be stopped by a mere bullet?

I saw that after the spark drew a wonderful arc in the air, it melted the bullet that passed by directly into a drop of molten steel, but his goal remained the same, and he smashed it into the middle of the mercenary who was on guard.

The explosion of "boom" was even greater than the momentum made by the previous three rockets, and the main force of the mercenary team in the north direction was almost completely wiped out by this spark technique.

"Ahh

Those who were hit by the Spark Technique head-on, or who were affected by the aftermath of the explosion, were either killed or wounded, and their ability to speak and move was lost.

When these people found out that they had been attacked by an unknown attack, they immediately picked up their guns and aimed them at the direction where Xinghuo Biao was shooting.

Unlike the previous regular and rhythmic three-shot bursts, their shooting under panic also turned into a frantic strafing of bullets without sparing.

Dada......da

The dense gunfire exploded like fried beans, and the bullets fired from the muzzles of their guns pulled out fleeting orange-red fireflies in the darkness, and slammed into the jungle, scattering branches and dirt in all directions.

The druid didn't bother to pay attention to the overreaction of these people, as long as he wasn't directly hit by a rocket, no matter how those people hit, he couldn't move a single hair of the fat chicken, so he didn't even feel comfortable looking at it, but took advantage of the panic caused by the spark technique to sneak into the jungle from behind the altar.

With the cover of the big forest around him, Bai Huang felt more and more like a fish in water, and he breathed a lot more freely.

With a sneer, the druid activated the "bloodthirsty technique" that came with the big quail, and saw a behemoth suddenly appear in the originally silent jungle.

"Fak, Fak!" A mercenary wearing a night vision device first spotted the figure of the big quail, stimulated by an unknown terrifying creature, his adrenal hormones secreted wildly, and his vocal cords roared because of extreme fright, and then he raised his gun and swept away all the bullets like a vent.

But as a fat chicken that has been stimulated by bloodlust after upgrading, how can it be stopped by just a few bullets?

The earth shook and the mountain shook as the big quail ignored the jet of steel that had rained down on his chest, and rushed towards the mercenary with a very heroic step.

Whether it is densely entangled vines and shrubs, or deciduous trees with thick and straight trunks, they can not cause half of the obstruction to the fat chicken, and those seemingly tall trees are "waved" by the fat chicken, like the tender flowers at the feet of Megatron, and they can easily fall down with a bang. And the initiator of all this, without even frowning his eyebrows, continued to stride towards the position of the mercenaries.

"The devil, the devil summoned by the Indians!"

In the face of this kind of monster that can only appear in myths and legends, even if it is a mercenary who has experienced a hundred battles, he can't withstand the huge psychological pressure.

The trio in the northwest were stunned for a moment, their expressions as if they had been bitten off by a poisonous snake, and they looked blankly at the tall figure. Their throats were dry, their bodies were cold, their hearts were beating violently, and a series of physiological reactions after being frightened violently washed back and forth over their nerves like raging waves. I don't know who was the first to react, and after the three of them looked at each other, they turned around and ran away with panic that froze on their cheeks.

In the north-east, the other group, although the farthest away from the big quail, was contagious, and they had seen the invulnerability of the fat chickens.

So after grinning and gasping countless times like the cavemen on the top of the mountain entering the city, they also chose to do the same thing as their teammates - they also turned and walked away.

If placed in other environments, the behavior of these people selling their teammates can be regarded as relatively firm and decisive.

But now it's an Indian tribe.

And the last thing that is missing from the indigenous side of the North American continent is the hunting dog.

The group is quiet and healing, the group is wild communication, the group is wild will, the three skills are often lost on the tribal hound, as long as it is the Wang Xingren who left a breath without braids in the previous attack, they are all alive and well in an instant, and they are even three points stronger than the previous peak state.

Under the command of Bai Riguang, these Wang Xingren did not let out a half-bark, but silently divided into three teams and outflanked the vast jungle.

Watching the Wang Xingren pioneer burrow into the jungle, Bai Huang was also ready to follow.

After all, judging from the previous attack method, the other party is either a regular army or an experienced mercenary, although these people are frightened by the fat chicken, but under the stimulation of survival, they may be able to get rid of the pursuit of Wang Xingren.

Letting these massacre guys get out alive is not his style of white druids.

But just as he was about to drill into the jungle, his mind moved, and when he turned around, he happened to see the Indian chick running out from under Ah Jiu.

Seeing that this girl's pear blossoms were raining, but her eyes were full of the resolute appearance of the fire of revenge, Bai Huang didn't say much, motioned for the other party to ride on Ah Jiu, and then handed over the wolf's head knife.

The two of them didn't say anything superfluous, but everything was silent, and after glancing at each other, they went into the jungle together. rs

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